Food: Who uses an electric rice cooker to make elixirs?

"Brothers! You are here too!"

"Is Senior Brother Liu refining the elixir? It smells so good, what kind of elixir is it?"

A dozen disciples followed the scent and saw the familiar alchemy room and several disciples of Xu Jianfeng.

Before the first few people who arrived here could answer, Zhu Fan had already walked out with the soup.

Instantly, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhu Fan's bowl.

"Hello, fellow brothers. I am Zhu Fan, who is here to take over from fellow brother Liu. This is the blood-nourishing pot I developed recently. It has the effect of healing and replenishing blood. If there are any injured brothers and sisters, you can come here to get it!"

Zhu Fan first handed the soup to the few people who were bleeding, and then said meaningfully:

"Senior brothers, the elders have arranged for each of you to receive three servings of pills every day. This is the fourth bowl!"

Upon hearing this, the other disciples immediately glared at Xu Jianfeng's disciples:

"You bastard! You drank too much!"

"Shameless——"

Although they have not tasted it yet, the overbearing aroma has completely conquered their wills, and they just want to quickly taste what can produce such a charming aroma.

Several disciples of Xu Jianfeng did not bother to retort, for fear of having their soup snatched away, and they ate it at a faster speed than before.

Zhu Fan thought it was too troublesome to go back and forth, and it was not good to expose the rice cooker, so he carried the inner pot of the soup and took it out.

Although he was in the Body Tempering Realm, such a large pot of soup was heavy and it was a bit difficult for him.

When he carried the big pot of soup out of the door, the intense aroma was no longer blocked and was fully exposed to many disciples.

In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up with gold, and they wanted to rush forward and stick their heads directly into the pot.

"Junior brother, thank you for your hard work, let me carry it!"

"Let me do it! I am a physical practitioner, and I am best at this kind of physical work!"

Zhu Fan put down the pot, facing so many enthusiastic brothers and sisters, he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Senior brothers and sisters, don't be anxious, come one by one, everyone has a share, let the injured fellow come first!"

But Zhu Fan's words did not dissuade them, but made everyone fight more vigorously.

"Let me come! I'm hurt!"

"Your flesh wounds are nothing! My bones are all broken!"

"Get out of the way! I'm vomiting blood!"

All the healthy disciples seemed to have some serious illness. Finally, Zhu Fan couldn't stand it anymore and shouted:

"If you squeeze it any more, the soup will spill! Get in line!"

All of a sudden, everyone stopped moving, afraid of smashing this rare treasure, and lined up honestly.

When they took the bowl in their hands and tasted the wonderful taste, all other sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only the sound of"gurgling".

The chicken was tender, the chestnuts were sweet, and the soup was rich... The disciples ate so much that their tears came out.

Woo woo woo, how could there be something so delicious!

The disciples licked the bowl while tears were streaming down their faces.

The look they gave Zhu Fan was also full of heat.

Could it be that Junior Brother Zhu is a genius? He can actually make pills... Although this doesn't seem to be a pill, it tastes so good and can heal injuries?!

What the hell is the Yangxue Pill? We will only drink Junior Brother Zhu's soup to replenish blood in the future!

""Junior brother Zhu, can you have another bowl?"

A senior sister winked at Zhu Fan.

Zhu Fan sighed:"Senior sister, your injuries have healed, you don't need to drink anymore!"

"Not healed yet!" The elder sister said in a serious tone:"My internal injuries are not healed yet!"

Then she exerted her spiritual power and actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the others also tried to find ways to get some blood out of the wounds that had just healed.

Several disciples even lay on the ground, covering their chests, as if they were about to die, and tremblingly reached out to Zhu Fan:

"Ahem, Junior Brother Zhu, I am almost dying,……"

Zhu Fan:"……"

Can your acting be any more fake?!

Zhu Fan didn't want any more self-harm to happen at the door, so he could only say to everyone:

"Don't worry, brothers and sisters. The elders have arranged three servings of soup for everyone... uh, the pills are available. You can take them away and drink them when you need them later!"

Everyone smiled and became lively immediately after hearing this.

Several brothers on the ground jumped up and down, which was a medical miracle.

Zhu Fan was speechless.

But when he took out a small bottle to fill it with soup, everyone refused and pulled his thighs to beg him.

"Junior Brother Zhu, your bottle is too small! It can only hold half a bowl, which is really not enough!"

"Yes, Junior Brother Zhu, how about you pack three or four bottles? That should be two portions for us to take away, right?"

Everyone wanted to make the small bottle dozens of times bigger.

Zhu Fan was helpless too. This bottle was used by the alchemist to pack pills, so it was naturally not big, but he didn't have any other bottles.

"No, Senior Brother, I don't have that many bottles, I still have some for other disciples!" Zhu Fan spread his hands.

Another senior brother thought about it and suggested:

""Brother Zhu, how about this? We prepare the container for the soup and you can fill it for us when we get it back."

Zhu Fan thought about it and felt that it was okay. Otherwise, he would have to run back to get a bottle when he ran out of it. It would be very troublesome.

""Okay, then I'll trouble you brothers and sisters to prepare your own containers."

After getting Zhu Fan's agreement, the brothers and sisters present suddenly became energetic.

They didn't have containers in their hands, but they could go back to the sect to get them!

So a group of people rushed into the sect in a hurry.

While there is still some, they have to hurry! What if they are delayed for a while and other disciples come and finish all the soup?

At the sect gate, several disciples stationed at the mountain gate were talking about monsters.

Suddenly, a dozen disciples ran over from a distance, and their desperate posture scared everyone.

Did something happen?

The disciples guarding the mountain suddenly became serious.

The disciple guarding the mountain stepped forward and was about to ask, but he saw that these disciples acted as if they didn't see him, and they passed him and continued to rush into the sect.

Disciple guarding the mountain:?

Several people looked at each other:"What's wrong with these people?"

"I do not know"

"Maybe there is something urgent."

Several mountain-guarding disciples thought that those people had something urgent to do, and put the matter behind them.

But what happened in the next period of time made them puzzled - since the first wave of people, every once in a while, a few disciples rushed over desperately as if they were being chased.

At the beginning, several mountain-guarding disciples were still nervous.

When several groups of people rushed over like mad dogs, several mountain-guarding disciples were already numb.

Forget it, let it be.

After a while, the first wave of crazy charging people rushed down the mountain again.

Many disciples in the Body Tempering Realm were holding a bunch of things in their hands, some holding basins, some holding buckets, and some holding wine jars, and they ran away at the fastest speed in their lives.

The disciples in the Qi Sensing Realm had Storage rings don't need to be held in the hands, but they all ran at the fastest speed.

Occasionally, there were a few things that were too big to fit in the rings, so they were carried on their shoulders. Especially the physical cultivators, some carried tripods, some carried water jars... and one carried what seemed to be a trough for horses to drink water?

The mountain-guarding disciples were extremely puzzled.

What are you doing with that thing?

The sect is on fire?

That's not the case, why did you run all the way back to get a basin?

Can't you just pinch the water-summoning spell to put out the fire?

What are you doing with the trough for people and horses?

Several mountain-guarding disciples were completely confused.

And this was only the first wave of people, and the following waves were basically the same, everyone ran away with something in their hands.

The mountain-guarding disciples were left with an incredible unsolved mystery.